[Verse 1] Third floor balcony Sun caught in my hand One cracked little flowerpot Leaning by the railing Tiny yellow bloom After all that rain Quiet as a whisper Still it came again ⸻ [Chorus] Growing there on the third floor balcony Turning the morning into something sweet Reading small hope in a fragile petal Soft little color looking back at me Growing there on the third floor balcony Suddenly this air feels warm to breathe If a flower can open without asking Maybe so can me ⸻ [Verse 2] Morning train below Clouds still moving slow I water just enough Trying not to overflow Wind across the towel line Light across the wall One small living answer Doesn’t speak at all ⸻ [Chorus] Growing there on the third floor balcony Turning the morning into something sweet Reading small hope in a fragile petal Soft little color looking back at me Growing there on the third floor balcony Suddenly this air feels warm to breathe If a flower can open without asking Maybe so can me ⸻ [Bridge] One more sunrise One more day Little leaves Find their way If you can bloom Above this street Maybe I can Stand on my feet ⸻ [Final Chorus] Growing there on the third floor balcony Holding the light so carefully Even this city feels a little softer When something small decides to be Growing there on the third floor balcony Morning settles quietly If a flower keeps reaching for daylight Maybe so will me
